Not long after the arrival of the Templars had chaos ensued, spells flew back and forth and demons were now coming out of the trees alongside the cultists. He withdrew his blade from the neck of it's most recent kill and looked around in the confusion, he saw one of the templars get bitten by one of the many demons and then a monstrosity of flesh and bone charged across his vision. With a growl he shoved past a cultist standing in his was as he retrieved his greatsword. "[color=9e0b0f]Enough of this[/color]" Turning back on the conflict he brought a hand up, a faint bluish glow in it for a second before he closed his fist, The resulting unnoticeable wave purged the magic from the area leaving cultists and templars alike to wonder why their spells no longer worked and anything being sustained by a magic link to fade away or crumble apart. with that he brought his sword up and cleaved aside to confused cultist and moved on the the next, driving the blade down into his spine.